They used to stop here and try, I was cordial but uninterested.
One Saturday I was working on something and in a mood,
4 of them showed up. Ask the usual questions, I told them we go to church,
but they wanted to question me more. I calmly and quietly told them we weren't
going to talk about it, they could leave. They kept wanting to talk about it.
Stayed calm, "I ask you to leave once, I'm telling you to go now. Please leave."
They haven't been back in 20 years.
Mormans?
Sane deal until they woke me one morning after a graveyard shift.
Beating on the door we don't use, I met them in jeans, no shirt or shoes, on the side of the house. Didn't get loud, or curse. They also persisted past my patience.
Firmly told them to leave, and they did.
Haven't seen them in a long time either.
